When life leaves you blind, The hounds of winter are at your door And the night has seen your mind. You’re going numb, you’re leaving behind Footprints in the snow. You hit the floor When Life leaves you blind. You hear a voice—a melody kind, Fainting, trapped under ice, underfloor. And the night has seen your mind. You lift your eyes, you find A hazy shade of winter, forevermore. When life leaves you blind. The hounds are in your shrine, They’re pawing at your core And the night has seen your mind. And you, beautiful-brave, love of mine are battling with heart beating this winter’s war. When life leaves you blind And the night has seen your mind.
© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved
posted over at dverse
A/N: This is my first time writing a Villanelle, I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas. I hope you’ll like mine. If there’s something wrong, please feel free to tell me in the comment section.